When I think of summer, I think of the throaty noise of chirping cicadas, accompanied by birdsong, crickets, and frogs.
We followed the chiseled pathway through calf deep water.
Their chirps and trills filled the air as they swooped through the clouds.
I’m sure pools like this must exist in other parts of the world, but I’ve never seen them.
We jumped into cold pools and used ropes to navigate steep descents.